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Anyway, we find one—skinny, twitchy, smokin’ a cig. I’m thinkin’, “This is costing me something.” She’s chargin’ double ‘cause it’s late. Buddy’s happy, I’m pissed—whole thing’s a racket. Costs more than my whiskey stash! And the smell—cheap perfume, like Sy Ableman’s cologne. Made me wanna puke. Little fact: some use baby powder to mask it. Doesn’t work, just smells like a powdered ass.

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Yes, in SB there are gangs, and prostitutes, and so on, but not get in and then another 20 minutes trying to find parking. We like.

Alrite, pal, that’s my little whirlwind tour of Twentynine-Palms (us). It's a place full of character, a bit rough around the edges, but every detail sings a note of beauty and longing—like a scene from The Master. Now go out and explore, ya hear? Embrace the happy little accidents along every dusty path!

One person dead following double assault in Twentynine Palms